“Congratulations.”
“What?” Alexandria asks, extremely puzzled with the turn outs of events. By all means, she does not know what to feel about the situation. Everything is flipping up and down, and the guardian is wrapping reality with manufactured conditions just as she wishes, until the huntsman does not know what is real and what is not.
For all she knows, this is another stunt pulled by the guardian to fool them further, and the possibility frustrates her to no end. Alexandria snarls, “we’re tired of playing games with you.”
Alexandria touches her head and the wound has gone. So was the previous numbness on her muscles, and the aching pain in various parts of her body. It was all an illusion, she thoughts. How much of it was real?
“I am not playing games with you, darling.” The wo
